Death by chocolate is a myth
This I know because I've lived
I've been around for broken hearts and how
lay your head in my hands little girl
This is only right now
Death by crying doesn't exist though
The headaches feel a bit like it
You might explode
But you reach the end of the road
And you, little tree
I'm certain you will grow
Tears on your pillow will dry and you will learn
Just how to love again
- Sia
